Verse 3

I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 107:18 : 18 Their soule abhorred all maner of meate, they were eue harde at deathes dore.
  • Ps 107:26 : 26 They are caried vp to the heauen, & downe agayne to the depe, their soule melteth awaye in the trouble.
  • Ps 143:3-4 : 3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde. 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
  • Isa 53:3 : 3 He shalbe the most symple & despised of all, which yet hath good experience of sorowes & infirmities. We shal reken him so symple & so vyle, that we shal hyde oure faces fro him.
  • Isa 53:10-11 : 10 Yet hath it pleased ye LORDE to smyte him with infirmite, that when he had made his soule an offeringe for synne, he might se a loge lastinge sede. And this device of the LORDE shal prospere in his honde. 11 With trauayle and laboure of his soule, shal he optayne greate riches. My rightuous seruaunt shall with his wisdome iustifie & delyuer the multitude, for he shal beare awaye their synnes.
  • Lam 3:15-19 : 15 He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke. 16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust. 17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges. 18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE. 19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
  • Matt 26:37-39 : 37 And he toke with him Peter, and the two sonnes of Zebede, and beganne to wexe soroufull and to be in an agonye. 38 Then sayde Iesus vnto them: My soule is heuy euen vnto the death. Tary ye here, and watch with me. 39 And he wente forth a litle, and fell flat vpon his face, and prayed sayenge: O my father, yf it be possible, let this cuppe passe fro me: neuertheles not as I wil but as thou wilt.
  • Mark 14:33-34 : 33 And he toke with him Peter & Iames, & Ihon, and begane to waxe fearefull, & to be in an agonye, 34 & sayde vnto the: My soule is heuy eue vnto ye death: tary ye here and watch.
  • Job 6:2-4 : 2 O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces: 3 for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull. 4 For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
  • Job 33:22 : 22 His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
  • Ps 22:11-21 : 11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me. 12 Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde. 13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon. 14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe. 15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death. 16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me. 17 They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me. 18 They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture. 19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me. 20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge. 21 Saue me from the lyons mouth, and heare me fro amonge the hornes off the vnicornes.
  • Ps 69:17-21 : 17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy. 18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me. 19 Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies. 20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight. 21 The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.
  • Ps 77:2 : 2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
  • Ps 88:14-15 : 14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me? 15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.